Thursday, March 3, 2011
Live and Let Die: Bluff Knoll
The truck crawled up the mountain road towards the stolid face of Bluff Knoll, rocking to the strains of McCartney's 'Live and Let Die'. Wow. Even the soundtrack is BIG. We got to the carpark, where people stood in exhausted, sweaty cliques. They barely had the energy to say hello after the climb.
But in the shelter facing the clouds rolling off the mountain sat a happy, talkative man with a can of VB and a book. "I live across the road," he explained. "I come here every day, just to sit and read."
"They haven't found that bloke yet, have they?"
"Nope.Someone else got stuck up there yesterday. They got helicopters looking for him." He laughed. "Turned out he was fine! Just late. Someone will give him a bit of a talking to, I reckon."
I looked at his book, the one he'd propped over his beer to keep out the flies.
'Live and Let Die' by Ian Fleming.